Can't wait to leave this place

Work Friday night was pretty terrible... as to be expected.

Quite a few adults lost all dignity and came in acting like wasted 15 year olds. These were people in their 40's, maybe even 50's, that were acting like they'd never drank before. I understand that sometimes people just wanna go out with friends, however old you or they may be, and have a 'good time,' but you are adult, after all. Act it.

While I was working, Wes went out with Sean. I have complete trust and faith in Wesley but I do not like the fact that he was out drinking with Sean because I don't trust him. He habitually cheats on his girlfriend of over a year and has no sense of anyone but himself. Oh my way home from work on Saturday morning, I noticed a few pumpkins smashed in the street a couple houses down from Wes' parents house. I asked Wes if he did it, and he said, "ME!? NO! It was Sean!" Duh. I should've known. I can imagine two little kids waking up Saturday morning to the guts of their beloved pumpkins strewn all over the road in front of their house. I also think very little of Sean because he drinks to throw up. If he doesn't black out and wake up in a puddle of his own puke, it wasn't a 'good' night. Ugh. What a disgusting, conniving, idiotic example of a human. He makes me throw up in my mouth.

Last night was a blast though! We got into Philly around... 6:30ish or so. It turns out, Sam lives in a house that we've walked by dozens of times on our way to the 7-11 from Jeff's old apartment. In fact, she lives two or three house away from said 7-11!!! The house is scary as hell and she (of course) lives on the third floor which requires an adventure up three very narrow, very creaky flights of stairs.

We went to dinner at the Bubble House! Since it was still early for a Saturday, there was no wait and the place was hardly busy. I got the dumpling sampler, miso soup, and a glass of MacMurry Pinot Noir (yum!). Sam got some sort of green, toxic-looking cocktail that she said was mediocre. The boys drank Magic Hat #9. We sauntered out around 8:30 to head back up the street to the apartment. The boys went and got a case of LionsHead (ick) and Sam and I dove into my bottle of Cuvee Blush (left over from Thursday). We decided on Mad Mex for their monstrous margarita's and food specials. so at 10pm, we headed out. I got a Mango Martini: 22oz for $7!!!!! That's a lot of booze for a little buck!!! We held off on ordering food until 11 because then all apps were 1/2 price (and yes, my 22oz's of deliciousness lasted that long). Along with our chips and various dips, Sam and I ordered a carafe of the red sangria. I'm still relatively new to the sangria thing, but the spiciness of the salsa and the saltiness of the chips helped cut down on its sweetness. For their second round, Wes and Matt ordered vanilla porters... and that was the end of Matt. The chewable beer was too much for the svelte fella. Anywho, it was a great place with tons of personality and a great atmosphere. We ended up sticking around until after midnight and then headed back to the apartment for a few more drinks then bed.

This morning we did breakfast at the Philly Diner and then hit up the Art Museum.

It pained me to have to come back to this house in stupid Sellersville. Ugh.